April 2010
i’m burned inside.
No feelings, I mean. Outside is twilight hour, and I must not go out ‘till it becomes full night. i’m scared. Walls are saying nothing else. Dreams are hiding loneliness. So watch me, and stop for a minute. Watch me and think if you really care about this face, and this heart, ‘cause when you’re gone, they’ll be broken. And speechless. Wind, passing by my skin, and...
